There is a quiet magic in being born alongside another heartbeat. From the very beginning, life arrives shared, never solitary. To be a twin is to enter the world already held in companionship, already familiar with love before it ever needs a name.
Before memory, before language, there is closeness. Someone breathed beside you, moved with you, learned the rhythm of being alive at the same time you did. That beginning is not something that fades or disappears. It settles gently into who you are. Even if it cannot be remembered, it is felt, steady and reassuring, like a truth the body has always known.
Being a twin means growing up with a presence that feels natural and constant. You hear your name and instinctively look for each other. You recognise yourself in a face that feels deeply familiar, comforting rather than strange. The world may try to measure and compare, but inside the shared beginning lives a certainty that there is room for both of you exactly as you are, equally valued, equally whole.
There is a quiet understanding twins share that does not need explanation. A look can say everything. Laughter finds its timing without effort. Even across distance, there can be moments of feeling closely connected, as if part of you always knows where the other is. It is not something that needs to be proven or questioned. It simply exists, calm and steady.
Childhood as a twin is a shared warmth. Memories are held together, woven gently side by side. There are scraped knees and whispered secrets, moments of bravery and moments of fear, all experienced with the comfort of knowing someone else is right there with you. Joy feels fuller when it is shared, and difficult moments feel more bearable when they are not faced alone.
As life unfolds, being a twin includes growing into yourselves while staying connected. Becoming more fully who you are does not lessen the bond, it deepens it. 
Each new step, each change, adds another layer to what you already share. Nothing is lost in this growing, only gained. The connection remains safe, familiar, and strong.
Adulthood carries its own quiet beauty of twinhood. Paths may look different, days may unfold in unique ways, but the shared beginning remains a place you can both return to. There is comfort in knowing someone else understands not just your history, but the very start of it.
To be a twin is to know that love can be both shared and personal, steady and spacious. It is learning that closeness does not require sameness, and that connection does not depend on comparison. Again and again, you find yourselves choosing one another, not out of obligation, but out of genuine care and deep understanding.
There is romance in a bond like this, a lifelong softness. Not a love that had to be discovered, but one that was simply there from the start. Being a twin is knowing that somewhere in the world is a person who has always belonged in your story, who shares your earliest chapter, who understands you in a way no one else quite can.
And perhaps that is the greatest gift. To move through life knowing that from the very first moment, you were part of something gentle and enduring. A love that did not need to arrive later, because it was already there. 
Quiet, constant, and kind. Like breath. Like warmth. Like a second heartbeat, always close, always familiar.
Until next time, 
Ta ta for now, 
Yours, Lainey.

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